I felt myself breathing, but my eyes were still closed. Inhaling, it was cold as hell in my room but the bed felt so comfortable I didn't dare move.
I reached over and pat the bed but I
didn't feel anyone.
I opened one eye, but the room was dark. The glow of my clock lit my face. It was 6 a.m.
I reached over and fumbled for the lamp. I had to sit up, took great
effort.
I turned on the lamp and was surprised I was in a red night gown. Did I shower?
Because I felt refreshed.
Damn.
I slept for hours on end.
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